who am I not to go
Yes I want to stay but, this is not my home
I do see how broken your eyes can be
But, when I'm gone wont you remember me.
I can see how bad it can be
Broken by my long lost dreams
As death douse sound like my melody
I ask you when I'm gone what will you remember of me?
Do you remember my smile
the time I lived for a wail
Do you remember the times I cried
and even the ones in witch we fight
Who am I not to follow
to fight, falls hope its to hard to swallow
And in death I do part with such sweet sound
silent are tears as I am laid down
So dear friend I have asked this thrice
Will you remember the pain of my vise
I did cry, and I did fall
The pain I paint the words on the wall
So my vary last words my friend.
I will say this once agene
What will you remember when I am gon
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
who am I not to go
Yes I want to stay but, this is not my home
I do see how broken your eyes can be
But, when I'm gone wont you remember me.
I can see how bad it can be
Broken by my long lost dreams
As death douse sound like my melody
I ask you when I'm gone what will you remember of me?
Do you remember my smile
the time I lived for a wail
Do you remember the times I cried
and even the ones in witch we fight
Who am I not to follow
to fight, falls hope its to hard to swallow
And in death I do part with such sweet sound
silent are tears as I am laid down
So dear friend I have asked this thrice
Will you remember the pain of my vise
I did cry, and I did fall
The pain I paint the words on the wall
So my vary last words my friend.
I will say this once agene
What will you remember when I am gon
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